Saturday, July 18, 2015

When the night falls

It's a dim silence,
when your demons come smirking.
and you,
wounded by their laughter,
defeated by their love.
the ties that once made you swing,
today hang so limp.
what the so-called fighter
can do,
and you,
either too strong or too slave.
in the new light,
only you and your night it is,
and the Gods play naive.

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